She rides alone
alone with her
baby alone
on a train
of many passengers
together making
a long journey home
home for Christmas.

She has a gaze
as she looks about
the train that puts
her mind some hundred
and more miles away
longing to be home
longing to be no longer
alone for Christmas.

The night long extending
as her baby sleeps
peacefully to the slow
gentle lullaby of the train’s
nightly flow through the
gentle falling snow as
she quietly prays
for happier days ahead.

As morning breaks
the sunlight beams
through hers and every
nearby window
projecting the radiance
of her fare blonde
beauty and bright blue eyes
with lovely art inked on her shoulders.

Time passes as do
many miles of track
as she finally arrives
home emerging with her
baby to her love
on the platform who
takes her in his arms fulfilling
her dreams for Christmas.

~Miguel

Through happiness
through sadness
we walk
the journeys of life.

We do not know how
we do not know why
a plague
a sickness
an epidemic
ever begins
what was it
that changed
as it was not
there before
anywhere
in Africa
just a while ago
but now it is
and how it is
we may never know.

We do not know why
the bullets are chosen
again to fly
even when the media
“tells us why”
the knowledge
does not
wipe our tears
dry
it does not
prevent
the next
who will die
no matter
how much
the hospitals
try.

Let us pray
let us hope
as we journey
together
for healing
of the body
of the mind
and a better path
chosen
by those of
the destructive
kind.

An ebony goddess
of beauty never seen
she is African
Caribbean
a Nubian Queen.

She the essence of
her father
she the essence of
her mother
in heart she is
our sister
in heart we are
her brother
in heart we are
one in her
as a fire
like no other
with her
the world does
turn
with her
our bellies
burn
as we long to be
near her
we love her
not fear her
she sings out
we can hear her
as she moves
we can mirror
all the light
she projects
what she adores
she protects
what is foreign
she respects
what is hostile
she rejects.

She is precious
she is priceless
with her presence
we are warmly
acquainted
with her blessings
we are joyfully
painted.

~Miguel

Every Fall
before you
know
the furies
furiously
begin
to blow
colder
stronger
winds begin
to bite
as the stresses
of our lives
begin to
put up a bigger
fight.

Going away are
the warmer
more relaxed
bright Summer days
as the oncoming
furies
blow
in more
stressful ways.

Let the annual
“colder”
make you
wiser
make you
bolder
not befall upon your
nerves
like a burden on your
shoulder.

Do not let the
stresses of
everyday’s worries
get blown out
of proportion
as time ceaselessly
hurries
we can quickly become
careless
blocking our own
awareness
in the “darker”
in the “colder”
of The Furies.

~Miguel

The leaves are
looking
bored.
They look tired
of being
green.
The sounds that
inspire them
those young birds
who remind them
it is time to be green
again
have all faded away.

I have seen geese
in v formation
flying
Halloween candy
multiplying
on the shelves
of stores who
once never sold it
until mid September
not many minds
still remember
when August
was not about
summer being “over”
and not about colors
of late October.

Warm days are
trying
ever desperate
to hold on
to be present
as darker
evenings
invade the hours
setting the sun
earlier
moving each morning
closer
to colder moments coming
soon.
~Miguel

An unknown direction
on a day rising
with renewed energy
renewed vitality
so much potential.

Taking that direction
of mind over matter
with retooled perception
toward revitalized perfection.

Taking that direction
promotes deeper reflection
searching the soul
avoiding the role
of misguided rejection.

Keep the direction
going
keep the mind
knowing
keep the energy
flowing
keep achievement
showing.

~Miguel

We do so many
wonderful things
in life from
day to day.

Just rising up
each morning casts
a new light past
yesterday.

Whatever our life
amounts to
we generally do
what we like.

But no matter the
lights that shine
we can still have
demons inside.

Somewhere within us
our demons reside
threatening our lights
eroding our pride.

How can we channel
that darkness that
lives and occasionally
shows its face?

Every little detail
every little moment
every little wish
every little prayer
ALL are lights
of happiness
of which we MUST
always be aware.

We must find a way
to keep light way up                      
high and darkness
way down there.

~Miguel

Walking along an
Autumn afternoon
in New York
where in New York
somewhere upstate
somewhere downstate
somewhere leaves fall
in front of where
I approach
but land as a crash
like a stray piece
from construction
high above.

An afternoon
where dreams
of new
where visions
of more
than just a few
begin to fade
to black
as the sun’s
signature upon my
eyes
recluses from
the greyer skies.

Now lost in New York
I attempt to recover
and sojourn forth
from where I had
been to somewhere
somewhere different
somewhere inspiring
somewhere that brings
out the best
of not just a few
but all the rest
who wish
who dream
who ignite
like fire
as the presence
of Autumn’s
dimming light
truly and finally
does expire.

~Miguel

Some people work out
to get totally bulked
some people work out
to get totally slim
sometimes one just
never knows which
will result
but when all gets going
the most beautiful part
is to get the body
flowing
getting the body
moving
getting the body
grooving
it is so beautiful
to feel a tug
of ****** movement
never felt
where it was felt
with any strength before.

Keeping the body
beautiful
means keeping up the
motion
movement is beauty
when done with
will and devotion
the body is ageless
when rejecting the
notion
that time is an
enemy like
zero pdf lotion.

Keep working out
how you will
be it lifting
be it dancing
be it running
or groovy prancing
let your self
cry out for more
let yourself
stretch
to reduce being
sore.

Let the body move
so that you sweat
straight from the heart
the more you move
and work it hard
you create
body art.

You have to have
a good second half
your second half
must be as good
as your first half
your second half
can be even better
than your first half
but if your first half
is a good half
and you blow it
in your second half
then you have only
finished half
only put half
of the time in
only gotten half
of the work done
only completed half
of the journey
whenever
and however
you start it
a good first half
can easily come
apart if
you do not make
the second half
of all you have
completed
solid and
positive
so your task
is not defeated
making you feel
as if you never
competed.

Have a strong
second half
so your first
is not cheated.

~Miguel

The flavor of the winter
on a cold morning after
a storm starts with a kitchen full
of busy hand making
while snow is flaking
a warm oven baking.

Steam laced with scents that
engage the heart in happiness while reawakening
childhood memories.

Mugs filled
with the warmth of coffee, tea, or cocoa
that soothes the throat when sipped.

Eyes smiling as
family members not together recently
give good company.

Thoughts of hope and
Happiness fill the soul and the mind
as the holidays usher the year’s end.

~Miguel

And so we elect
we elect
to reject
we elect
to disconnect
we elect
which one
showed more
disrespect.

Hardly do we
hear that the
winner will
direct
an approach
to the issues they
really need to dissect
instead letting time
simply ride to neglect
the many whose
rights they should
be out to
protect
the many whom
their lack of direction
will affect.

~Miguel

In this life we
live there is a
time to give, to
give thanks for
what we have
what we do
who we are
as we stand and
shine like the
brightest star.

In this time of thanks
we try to see
the goodness of gathering
with family
hoping that the closing
will hold the key
to an opening for better
in the new year to be.

The gathering of family
at holiday events
should NOT be about
the bling
the amount of presents.
It should be about
time together
genuinely,
that idea seems so
given, hello
maybe its just me.